Chapter 27
Nate
Each time I take Grace, I fall more in love, and this is no exception. Seeing her like this, so completely at my mercy, gripping her own thighs as she offers herself more deeply than she probably even realises—I almost lose control.
But no. I need to keep this as gentle as possible.
My eyes almost roll into my head at the gripping sensation as I pull back then press forward.
I’m rocking rather than thrusting, setting a steady, even rhythm.
And Grace keeps up with me, breathing nice and deep as her shaking subsides. She’s making the sweetest sounds.
I peer into her eyes. “Are you all right?”
Her face is frozen by her submission, her jaw loose. She’s barely cogent enough to answer, so I pause and ask again.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and I feel her loosen up a fraction.
I peer down at where I’m penetrating her, loving the sight of her legs folded neatly, her pussy empty and wet.
I add more lube—you can never have too much—then I slide out all the way, watching as her ass flutters before I enter her once more.
Grace groans as I speed up, going deep and firm, keeping her folded into position with one hand locking her arm over her thighs.
“T-tell me what you’re seeing,” she whispers.
That elicits a smile from me. “I see the prettiest hole being stretched around my cock. And my perfect wife taking what she needs.”
She gasps as I bottom out, pushing myself flush with her for good measure.
“W-what else?”
My smile widens. Grace clearly can’t run her mouth when she’s being railed in the ass, so she wants me to do it for her.
“Know what I see when I do this?” I pull out, watching her ass wink. I fill her again. Her moans climb in volume and I keep going, speaking over the slap of our flesh. “When I pull out, I see you staying open, begging me to put my cock back in. Want me to do it again?”
“Yes, God—”
“Hold yourself open for me, love.” I put her hands in the position I want. She complies, despite her renewed trembling. “Perfect. Now I’m going to pull out,” I do so, watching her stretch wide, “and look at that—so pretty and pink, Grace. You’ve done such a beautiful job preparing for me.”
“Yes,” she whispers, panting hard, her breasts pooling around her thighs in this position. But we’re putting a lot of pressure on her lower back.
“Here, love,” I take her hands and help her lie back fully, her legs open wide rather than held tight together. Leaning forward, I slip back into her ass, my cock going in with little resistance. “Fuck, you’re so good for me.”
“It feels easy now,” she whispers, her arms coming around my neck as I lean my weight onto my elbows.
I go harder this time, feeling her tense up a little in response, creating that delicious friction. I’m chasing my pleasure this time, reaching down to angle her pelvis upright a bit so I can go even deeper. Grace grunts with effort, staring into my eyes as I take her the way I’ve always wanted to.
“Do you want to come, love?” I ask.
“Yes.”
The word is so quiet I hardly hear it, but it’s enough. I’m close, but I know she isn’t. Her body has desensitised enough that I need to switch things up to get her back to a properly aroused state.
“Time to turn over, then.”
Her brows come down in something like confusion, but I don’t have time to explain.
I need to come. And I need to do it inside her.
I guide her first onto her belly, then onto all fours.
She’s dazed and sweet, unable to say a word as I stack pillows under her belly for support.
My cock is back inside her contracting heat a moment later.
I bring my hand to her pussy, finding her clit.
“Oh God,” she whines.
I apply deep pressure with my fingers and Grace, my beautiful, perfect wife, finally starts talking.
“Oh my fucking God, Nate, don’t… don’t ever fucking stop. Keep… keep fucking me like this. So good, oh… I’m going to—I’m going to—”
I feel her shaking harder than ever, and it takes every bit of presence of mind I have left to keep the pressure on her clit as I fuck her, my balls tensing up with the urge to spill.
I can’t, not until she’s here with me. Because I know: I’ve used her hard and deep and fast enough that an orgasm will turn her from receptive to raw.
She has to come with me. She has to.
Finally, just as I feel like my wrist is going to fall off, I feel the rhythmic pulse deep inside her.
Grace goes quiet and rigid, clutching me so hard that I can’t do anything but let the orgasm take me.
I’m almost blind with pleasure, going still as I pump her full of everything I need her to have.
She’s panting, clearly pained, and I force myself to remain just as I am, my orgasm subsiding faster than I would have wished.
Next time, I promise myself. Next time I’ll get the timing just fucking right.
This time, I’ve got a girl who is about to panic as her entire body clenches. I’ve been a little rough and, though Grace enjoyed it, she’s reacting now. I slide out, watching as she closes up tight. Relieved that there’s no sign of blood, I lean forward to whisper.
“Perfect, my love.”
I let her feel me hovering over her, my chest at her back, my hips angled slightly away so that my cock doesn’t end up where it shouldn’t. Grace breathes fast and deep, and I keep whispering praise, keeping her present.
“Was it—was it good?” she asks after a minute.
I press a series of kisses to her shoulder blade. “It was more than I ever could have asked for. Did you like it, Grace?”
“It was intense,” she answers, her voice clear, “and I don’t think I could do it like this every day, but… I liked it.”
I gently resettled her onto her side, lying down next to her. She’s clearly exhausted. I run my hand over her belly, watching as she flinches slightly.
“Are you hurting at all?”
Her eyes go hazy and I half-wish I could flip her over again to watch her tense up, to see how it looks up close as she checks in with herself.
Another time…
She shakes her head, confirming that she’s all right. I pull her even closer, relieved again. She’s present and happy, unlike last time when she dropped so fast I had to find a way to catch her. Still, I need to drive the intimacy home.
“This is what happens when you let me in. I make you mine in ways you don’t even have to ask for.”
“Are you going to want it like that often, Nate?” The question is tiny, whispered against my neck as Grace snuggles in.
I let it hang between us. “That was just another way for me to make love to you.”
She shakes her head. “There’s no way that was love making, Nate.”
I lean in and kiss her, my lips fitting over hers chastely. I see the surprise in Grace’s eyes, then the sweet moment when she opens her mouth for more. I pull back.
I wrap her even more tightly in my arms. “Love is whatever we say it is.”
“No, it’s not.”
But the words are little more than a sigh against my chest, and I know I’ll have to show Grace that she’s wrong. Our love—our marriage—will be everything I say and more. It’ll be her ever-expanding healing, her growing trust and, most of all, her delicious submission to every single thing I want.
With that in mind, I pull the sheet up to enfold both of us. The lube falls to the floor with a muffled thunk, but my sated little heart is already half-asleep in my arms.